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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Now, I love me that movie, *The Lives of Others*—that East German vibe, Stasi listenin’ in, secrets spillin’ like whiskey on a bar floor. So, picture this: you’re out there, huntin’ for a good time, right? Sneakin’ around like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, tryin’ to catch a signal. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, really, darlin’—you skulkin’ in shadows, hopin’ nobody’s watchin’ YOU?

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Man killed in shooting in Louisville's Algonquin neighborhood, police say